The Grand Canyon
A canvass, deep, has been composed
between red's blend with purple hues
Cruel paths of glaciers, mighty swords
deeply carved a threshold grand
Each turn of compass, leaves a brand,
forever leaves a breathless word
Green rivers whipped to whitened froth
have nourished pines upon the ridge
It carved a place exempt from time, and
justifies a Godly mind
Keeping watch ore' a western floor
loom monoliths on a timeless shore
Morning suns of shimmering wines
Nightly stars and moonlight shines
Ours to cherish and explore,
Past and future, native lore
Question not the splendid wonder
Rejoice with eyes, behold and conquer
saturate the trails down under
That if one stands within this glory, and
understands the folklore stories,
voices freeze with questions asked,
while sunlight peaks, where ancients gasped!
Xanadu in fact, exclaimed
You came, you saw, a crevice famed
Zenith, is Grand, and a canyon is named
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8/29/14 For Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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